Sunday night..this journal entry is gonna be a long one. sit tight.
fuckin A moma.. i'm still sick.
on the other hand... the last 24 hours have been some of the better in my life thus far. i won't say best.. but.. better.
the short story (sort of):i was "kidnapped" today.. told to get ready but not told where i was being taken.."dress nice.. no jeans" which believe me on my poor student budget is an event.
well.. i was taken to the ballet. don't i feel all cultured. it was The Nutcracker.. something i've always wanted to see.. one of those little girl dreams. Except even when i was little i think i was turned on by those toe shoes... they just have a way of making the leg look so damn sexy.. and the tap they make on the stage when the dancer is moving.. it just does something to me. i also have a theory on the story if anyone knows it.. personally i think clara, the young girl is having a lolita style down and dirty affair with Mr. Drosselmeyer.. the older mysterious man that gives her the nutcracker doll as a christmas gift.
anyway.. after the show i thought we would be on our way home.. but nooo..
i was taken here for dinner. he made reservations.. made weeks ago apparently. hands down it was the best dining experience i have ever had. presentations.. wonderful.. depth of flavor.. fucking amazing.. right down to the consistancy of the sauces.. perfect. three courses. i'm in heaven. i can only aspire to what was going on at NoMi. This was not fu-fu tiny portion nuvo french bullshit. This was french class.. and style.. and excellence.
now i'm exhausted and have to return back to the normal grind tomorrow.. my baking final. 5 course dessert platter here i come...
~k
fuckin A moma.. i'm still sick.
on the other hand... the last 24 hours have been some of the better in my life thus far. i won't say best.. but.. better.
the short story (sort of):i was "kidnapped" today.. told to get ready but not told where i was being taken.."dress nice.. no jeans" which believe me on my poor student budget is an event.
well.. i was taken to the ballet. don't i feel all cultured. it was The Nutcracker.. something i've always wanted to see.. one of those little girl dreams. Except even when i was little i think i was turned on by those toe shoes... they just have a way of making the leg look so damn sexy.. and the tap they make on the stage when the dancer is moving.. it just does something to me. i also have a theory on the story if anyone knows it.. personally i think clara, the young girl is having a lolita style down and dirty affair with Mr. Drosselmeyer.. the older mysterious man that gives her the nutcracker doll as a christmas gift.
anyway.. after the show i thought we would be on our way home.. but nooo..
i was taken here for dinner. he made reservations.. made weeks ago apparently. hands down it was the best dining experience i have ever had. presentations.. wonderful.. depth of flavor.. fucking amazing.. right down to the consistancy of the sauces.. perfect. three courses. i'm in heaven. i can only aspire to what was going on at NoMi. This was not fu-fu tiny portion nuvo french bullshit. This was french class.. and style.. and excellence.
now i'm exhausted and have to return back to the normal grind tomorrow.. my baking final. 5 course dessert platter here i come...
~k
feckweed:
yum, as usual.
kestrel:
That's awesome! 